You were the only girl in the Glade. 30 boys and only one girl. 30 Gladers and only one you. You were the one that helped them up when they were down, whom they'd talk with for hours as you helped them through their problems. But did anyone ever stop to think about you? Not really. You made sure nobody had anything to worry about with you. You were their pillar, and you needed to be strong so they could have someone stable to rely on, even if that meant bottling up your emotions until you couldn't handle it anymore.

Gally was the most arrogant and hot-headed out of all the boys living in the Glade —he was the keeper of the builders—. And he did have quite the analyzing mindset, he had practically memorized everyone's body language and way of acting so he could notice if someday they rebelled against the others or started to go through "the change" after getting stung by one of the Grievers roaming the Maze.

He had noticed a change in your body language lately, noticed the way you seemed to zone out, the way your laughs sounded more forced and unsincere. So, when he spotted you walking to the forest in the midddle of the night he didn't hesitate to follow you —wanting to know what you were up to—. He lost you for a few minutes, and when he found you he felt his blood running cold. You were there, sitting on the ground —back against a tree— with something in your hand. A mushroom. one of the poisonous mushrooms. And you had fucking eaten it.

Gally knew right away by the distant look in your eyes that it was making it's effect —and he knew you weren't dumb enough to mistake one of those, he knew you had eaten that poisonous thing on prupose—. He quickly dropped to his knees before you and grabbed your head from behind to keep it up "spit it out. spit. it. out" He said in a harsh tone, brows creased in worry before he shoved two fingers inside your mouth harshly —forcefully triggering your gag reflex— so you would vomit the poisonous mushroom. He knew you had eaten it on prupose.